[private] we could all be brought to pieces

[Altissima]

Starros Tarian says to her into the soft blue of her neck. A quiet laugh escapes her  to discover his thoughts are not following the same track hers are - she’d been effectively distracted from the subject of names by his touch but she comes back into it now. Her blue-violet gaze hazy and dreamy - and she tries to picture what their child would look like with this name. But Altissima doesn’t consider an imagination to be one of her talents. When she thinks of their child, it’s just a blurry shape - indistinct. A pale colour, undoubtedly, and very likely with wings, whether they are permanent or not. Everything else though, she can only guess. It’s only the vaguest of feelings inside of her now. She hadn’t known what to expect with Senna either, but her daughter had turned out beautiful and she has little doubt this little one will be the same. “I like it.” She tells him softly, before making more obvious attempts to distract him - and encourage less gentle touches.

artwork by cal

@Tarian just a little baby closer for this one <3